"The Duke of Duance?" Mr. Pratt raised an intrigued eyebrow upon hearing about the Duke's arrival. His gaze shifted towards Rosalind. "I assure you, I didn't inform him of your presence."
Rosalind flashed a knowing smile. "I understand, Mr. Pratt. No need to concern yourself. If the Duke wishes to speak with me, feel free to send him in."
"Are you certain about that?" Mr. Pratt inquired, uncertainty lingering in his voice.
"Yes," Rosalind replied with conviction. The Duke had his own network of informants within this establishment. She would let Mr. Pratt puzzle it out on his own.
"Miss Lin..." The Duke of Duance greeted Rosalind, a warm smile adorning his face. "It has been a few months."
"Indeed..." Rosalind rose from her seat and cast a glance at the Duke's legs. He still maintained the façade of needing a wheelchair, perhaps to hide his ability to walk. Catching her gaze, the older man beamed and motioned for his servants and knight, except for one, to leave the room.
